of the Fall below & there kindle a mighty fire with the timber & drift wood. So after some preparation we set forth, six in number, one bearing a lantern, and the others indifferently provided with pine torches, the which they experienced no small difficulty in keeping in a state of combustion. Down steep ladder & path till we stand below the first Fall. Mr [Henry] Hart & I go to work on our own hook, close beside the fall, while the others commence on a flat rock the other side of the pool. Our fire blazes bonnily and leaps, crackles, and roars mightily as we pile plank on plank pyramidically upon it. Anon the other pile makes way, and soon both pyres are raging hotly, rocks cracking with heat, a huge shower of sparks rising up for 300 feet or more, and the red glow li quivering in the pool & lighting up the descending streamlet. It was a grand scene. The tall trees tremulous & stirring in the heated air, the nether blackness of the fall below, the rushing, roaring noise of the fierce fires, the rippling of the water amid rocks and holes, & anon a shout or a cannon shot from above. Great arching rock caving around us, roots of trees, moss & bushes; — a scene that Dante might have treasured up in his gloomy memory. Up the rocks again & to bed by 11. Put in a new & pleasant room.

7. Thursday. Below the Falls all the morning & down the stream. Afternoon writing in doors. Evening a fire built at the bottom of the lower fall, the four of our party doing it. Artists left for the Clove. / I have put down this morning erroneously, memory playing false. It was passed as follows. I, Dillon [Mapother], [Alfred] Waud & Arists all set off down stream, below the